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Behavioral Characteristics suggest that Kim Dokja should be easily excitable, outgoing, and submissive to other beastmen with a domineering trait.
Rabbits were herbivores and have almost no violent bone in their bodies, which made them susceptible to being preyed upon. More often than not, herbivores were the ones who ends up being an unfortunate victim of violence and injustice, and despite it being not spoken out loud, society treats herbivores as weak and fragile, even below the social strata compared to omnivores and carnivores.
Kim Dokja has been a textbook herbivore all his life.
He was unassuming-- a corporate slave who doesn’t aim for the top and settles for the few that he achieved, and unlike rabbit beastmen, Kim Dokja was never outgoing nor overly optimistic, and doesn’t have many friends like what most assume rabbits to have a ton of.
Rabbits are also rumored to mate a lot. Kim Dokja has never mated in all his life.
But then the Scenarios began, and he felt that he had control of his life more than ever before. He, who was a follower through and through, chose to lead, became a person that was almost outgoing in comparison to his introverted self before, and became territorial of his herd.
The last one was most probably because he had no herd before. The only one he considered to be a part of it was his mother, before that incident happened, and then Kim Dokja was alone.
Rabbits die when they are lonely, but Kim Dokja has lived most of his life all alone. He learned to deal with the hole in his heart, filled the hollow portion with the novels he read.
Then there’s Yoo Jonghyuk, who is a reluctant member of his herd, but Kim Dokja considers him to be a part of it anyway.
Yoo Jonghyuk is a wolf, almost feral in his lonesome, as territorial as any other wolf beastmen to those he considers as a part of his pack according to the novel, and a typical aggressive carnivore who uses strength to his advantage. Except Yoo Jonghyuk is intelligent, and he uses it along with his strength and his dashing good looks, and that meant that Yoo Jonghyuk was near impregnable. Undefeatable.
The only thing that can defeat Yoo Jonghyuk was his failing mental state. Anyone who wasn’t Yoo Jonghyuk was bound to become crazy when subjected to the cruelty that is regression. Death would be a dream that couldn’t be achieved. What was more fearful than that? When the only exit you know isn’t an exit at all but a transportation to a new beginning that you didn’t even want?
So Kim Dokja made sure to let Yoo Jonghyuk know that he would never be alone. Kim Dokja would stick to him when he’s able as possible, even when Yoo Jonghyuk would grow tired of him, even growl at him and push him away.
He made sure to have his attention undivided when focused on his herd, even more so when it was Yoo Jonghyuk he was focused on. Kim Dokja was never a touchy person, and he never did touch any of his herd when they don’t give the initiative first, but he made sure to let them know that he cared about every single one of them.
He’d die for them, and even then, he’d crawl back to life to return to his herd.
Persephone had once told him that he must be a fox—too scheming, a natural-born liar, leads but then leaves so they could see their pack grow independent. Kim Dokja told her that herbivores can become the fiercest of beasts when the most important to them is at stake, and that more than anyone, Persephone should have known that.
Persephone had laughed at him, gentle as chiming bells swaying in spring breeze, and her favorability towards him had never once waned ever since.
Kim Dokja continued on then, aiming for the end of the story together with his most loved ones, knowing that he would never be able to see the Epilogue with them. He never let that deter him, never let it fester in his heart because his herd were sharp, and had keen noses, especially towards him and the fluctuations of his emotions. They never hid their fear for Kim Dokja who uses himself as a sacrificial piece every time, and that someday, he wouldn’t have the power to return to them anymore.
The innate fear seemed to drive them to be more closer to Kim Dokja, especially Yoo Jonghyuk who brought out every excuse in existence to touch Kim Dokja. That Yoo Jonghyuk, who prickled in anger when somebody would so much as touch even a single strand of his hair, would accidentally brush his hand with Kim Dokja’s, would circle an arm around his waist with the pretense that he’s moving Kim Dokja out of danger’s way, would drag Kim Dokja by the wrist, touch his shoulder, run a hand through his hair.
Did Kim Dokja notice? Of course he did, and for the longest time, he was terrified for his life.
(He even made secret checks towards the grumpy bastard to see if he’s been possessed or is ill, or even cursed. Yoo Jonghyuk was sparkling clean of any influences, and Kim Dokja waited for the inevitable day that Yoo Jonghyuk would eat his flesh.)
But then, Kim Dokja became used to the casual intimacy. His Fourth Wall doesn’t shake as much anymore, and it even became a pavlovian response to him to search for Yoo Jonghyuk’s body warmth when the man leaves their bed or tent, making Kim Dokja unable to sleep well too.
He really doesn’t want to admit it, but Yoo Jonghyuk has trained him well. He knew that that guy had ulterior motives when he started this!
When he told that to Han Sooyoung, the woman had looked at him as if he was particularly deranged and had escaped a mental Asylum.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“What? Why?”
Han Sooyoung looked like she was one step away from screaming or shrieking in frustration, so he booked out of there with his fluffy small tail between his legs. He returned back to his and Yoo Jonghyuk’s tent and flopped on the bedroll, using Yoo Jonghyuk’s lap as his pillow. Yoo Jonghyuk, who had been sitting cross-legged and sharpening his sword, abandoned his sword in favor of running a hand through Kim Dokja’s hair.
“Jonghyuk-ah…”
Yoo Jonghyuk responded with his caveman grunt.
“Jonghyuk-ah, are you waiting to eat me?” Kim Dokja managed to ask, after gathering his inner strength, “I’m not delicious, you know? You won’t be satisfied with just eating little flesh and all bones, would you?”
Yoo Jonghyuk stopped his actions and breathed out a shaky breath. Kim Dokja, who had prior closed his eyes and enjoyed the petting in relaxation, opened his eyes to see if Yoo Jonghyuk would finally admit it.
Yoo Jonghyuk’s eyes were an incandescent gold, pupils slitted and imperceptibly widened, gazing at Kim Dokja in surprise as if Kim Dokja had hit him with a brick. His triangular ears stood straight, small twitches every now and then making the pair tremble.
[ I dug my own grave, Kim Dokja thought. ]
‘Oh shit.’ Kim Dokja inwardly agreed.
Kim Dokja heaved himself up, waving a hand infront of Yoo Jonghyuk who continued to stare at him, still with that wide-eyed look, “Er, Jonghyuk-ah?”
Yoo Jonghyuk seemed to have gathered back his wits because his expression returned back to his usual cool one, but his eyes remained steely. He opened his mouth and closed it, before he attempted to open it again, and after a wordless moment, closed it once more.
“You know you’re not actually a sunfish, right?”
“Shut up, Kim Dokja.”
Yoo Jonghyuk’s immediate reply made Kim Dokja sigh in relief. It would really be a bad thing if Yoo Jonghyuk was actually considering to eat—
Kim Dokja blinked, his eyes looking up at the tent’s ceiling. It was then that he noticed that Yoo Jonghyuk had pushed him to his back on the bedroll. Soon, Yoo Jonghyuk occupied his sight, gazing down at him. His eyes remained slitted and iridescent.
“That’s right, Kim Dokja. I wanted to eat you.”
Kim Dokja gaped at him in disbelief. He was just joking! He wasn’t actually expecting Yoo Jonghyuk to have those carnivorous thoughts! What the fuck. That practice isn’t even allowed in this day and age anymore!
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is screaming in delight!]
[10,000 coins has been sponsored.]
[The constellation—
“Biyoo. Off. The channel.” Yoo Jonghyuk gritted out, his smoldering eyes never leaving Kim Dokja’s form beneath him. Kim Dokja scrambled his words in panic.
“No! No, wait, Biyoo. Just, just mute the channel.” If he was going to die, then the constellations might as well sponsor him some coins! He has to have benefits for his troubles!
Yoo Jonghyuk glared at him, and Kim Dokja sent off a weak glare of his own. For some reason, Yoo Jonghyuk seemed to be appeased with Kim Dokja’s reaction, and his harsh face softened in fondness. He leaned down and rested his face in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck, a scarred hand gently cupping Kim Dokja’s cheek.
Embarrassingly, Kim Dokja’s long ears softly pointed forward in curiosity instead of backwards stiffly in aggression. Yoo Jonghyuk, ever the sharp one, noticed the action and made a satisfied purr. He experimentally licked on Kim Dokja’s neck, and when he wasn’t pushed away, continued to lave with the flat of his tongue and lightly nip at the tender flesh with his incisors.
“J-Jonghyuk-ah—”
Yoo Jonghyuk raised his head to look at Kim Dokja’s gradually flushing face and open mouth, panting. His breath hitched, and Yoo Jonghyuk leaned forward again, this time to kiss Kim Dokja senseless.
Yoo Jonghyuk pressed his lips to Kim Dokja’s own, taking advantage of Kim Dokja’s panting mouth. He slid in his tongue and coaxed the other tongue into action, circling around the appendage. Kim Dokja’s whole body trembled and pressed upwards and Yoo Jonghyuk’s whole body tipped down, pinning the body beneath him. When Yoo Jonghyuk’s very interested bulge was trapped with Kim Dokja’s, Kim Dokja moaned in surprise and couldn’t help his hips canting forward.
Kim Dokja’s arms snaked around Yoo jonghyuk’s torso, settling on the other’s broad back. Yoo Jonghyuk was only in his tight turtleneck and Kim Dokja could feel every dips and strong muscles. Despite growing lightheaded, his hands still roved the other’s back, familiarizing.
Yoo Jonghyuk broke the kiss and Kim Dokja breathed in large gulps, pathetically turned on. Yoo Jonghyuk licked his own lips, catching the stray saliva that disconnected from their… making out. He removed his black turtleneck, and Kim Dokja’s flush increased at the strip tease but at the same time, greatly appreciated the sight of bare eight packs, defined and contoured, and envious at the fact that he could probably wash his clothes using those abs as a washing board.
Yoo Jonghyuk raised an eyebrow at the pouting man beneath him, most probably knowing his thoughts, and could only find it endearing. His hands quickly removed Kim Dokja’s coat and unbuttoned his dress shirt, manhandling Kim Dokja who was still pouting cutely. When he was about to remove the shirt, Kim Dokja stopped his hands.
“It’s, it’s cold.” Kim Dokja’s ears pinned back to his head in nervousness, making a pitiful face. Yoo Jonghyuk was immediately sold and removed his hands from the shirt.
Yoo Jonghyuk leaned forward and pecked at his forehead, going down from both of his shut eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, chin and further. He took a moment hovering on Kim Dokja’s prominent collar bones before he sucked on the pale skin, intent on making his marks. His large hands wandered, content to touch the unblemished skin which should have been blemished by being stabbed or repeatedly receiving an injury.
Yoo Jonghyuk moved further down below, his tongue nibbling on those perfectly perk pink nipples. Kim Dokja groaned and promptly slapped a palm on his noisy mouth. Yoo Jonghyuk wanted him to make noises, wanted everyone to know that he’s going to be fucking Kim Dokja and that by default, Kim Dokja was his, but he still retained his senses and knew that Kim Dokja would be terribly embarrassed about it.
Yoo Jonghyuk’s hands steadily unbuckled Kim Dokja’s belt efficiently, and unbuttoned and unzipped Kim Dokja’s pants. He was smug to find that Kim Dokja’s boxers had grown wet from leaking. He stroked the boxer-clad hardness beneath his hands and the other made a punched out noise, along with a lengthy sultry moan.
Yoo Jonghyuk bit on his lower lip hard at the sound, and his hand dived inside the boxer, touched the bare flesh of Kim Dokja’s cock.
“Ah, nn, J-Jong—”
Yoo Jonghyuk shushed him, pumping the cock steadily. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, and it produced more beads of precome, making Yoo Jonghyuk’s hand movement smoother. Kim Dokja’s cock was tantalizing-- a dark red, slender but not lacking in length. Yoo Jonghyuk bent down and slipped it inside his mouth.
Kim Dokja choked, his teary eyes looking at Yoo Jonghyuk in a mix of lust and distress. Both of his hands were now gripping Yoo Jonghyuk’s perfect hair, his hips gaining motion even though he willed them to stop.
Yoo Jonghyuk lapped at the rod inside his mouth, his tongue pressing on the underside, before flicking around, circling the radius of the length. He sucked on it and started to move his head to and fro, both of his large hands gripping Kim Dokja’s slender thighs, his fingers making ten crescent indents.
“Wait! I’m, com—”
Kim Dokja’s warning was cut off as he violently shuddered, his come spraying inside Yoo Jonghyuk’s throat suddenly. Yoo Jonghyuk drank the slightly bitter and salty liquid, his lips spasming from the effort to not spit it out.
Kim Dokja’s body became mush afterwards, and Yoo Jonghyuk removed his mouth from the length before he dragged off the pants with the belt, along with the boxers. Kim Dokja was spread beneath him in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, blissed out, and Yoo Jonghyuk’s cock twitched in interest.
Yoo Jonghyuk unzipped his own pants and took hold of his own cock, thrusting his cock in the circle of his own rough hands using the wetness from Kim Dokja’s precome, and after a meager eight pulls, came all over Kim Dokja’s abdomen and thighs.
Satisfied, Yoo Jonghyuk crawled up and kissed Kim Dokja again. Kim Dokja had already started to get off his high, responding to Yoo Jonghyuk’s tongue. Yoo Jonghyuk was glad to confirm that Rabbits has fast refractory period, glancing at the slender cock that valiantly twitched up, far from done.
His fingers touched the sensitive cock once more, and Kim Dokja gave a mighty shudder. He rubbed his own come on Kim Dokja’s lower half, scooping his and Kim Dokja’s combine sticky wetness before it made the journey towards Kim Dokja’s hole.
Kim Dokja’s hands shot out, gripping Yoo Jonghyuk’s shoulders, while one of Yoo Jonghyuk’s finger circled around the pucker, slowly inserting it.
“I—” Kim Dokja choked, “L-lube. Pocket.”
Yoo Jonghyuk slowly blinked at him and reached towards the strewn white coat, free hand rummaging the dimensional pocket and immediately found the lube because Yoo jonghyuk was a lucky bastard.
He poured the lube generously on Kim Dokja’s hole, inserting a finger slowly, and when he found almost no resistance, inserted two fingers. He scissored the hole as it grew sticky inside from his efforts. Kim Dokja was deliberately breathing slowly to relax, and Yoo Jonghyuk increased his fingers into three.
Kim Dokja whimpered when all three fingers hit his spot, convulsing forward, and the pleasure heightened to the point that he didn’t notice Yoo Jonghyuk adding another finger.
“Stop! Jonghyuk-ah, s-stop—”
Yoo Jonghyuk slightly panicked at the tone and his eyes flew to Kim Dokja’s face to gauge his pain.
Kim Dokja was not in pain, and Yoo Jonghyuk sighed in relief.
“Stop prepping me already! I’m about to—I want you… inside. Now.” Kim Dokja managed to strangle a coherent sentence out of his mouth, slight tears from intense pleasure streaming out of the corner of his eyes. He looked appropriately debauched.
Yoo Jonghyuk held his own cock and aimed it inside the hole before plunging deeply with a grunt, all in one push.
Kim Dokja panicked at the sudden intrusion, biting his fist to stop himself from screaming. His hole welcomed Yoo Jonghyuk’s cock snugly, as if it was made to be Yoo Jonghyuk’s sheath all along. There was the slight throb of pain, but the mounting pleasure of being invaded proved stronger. Yoo Jonghyuk had also prepared him very well.
Yoo Jonghyuk tightened his muscles and restrained himself from repeatedly ramming on that tight heat. There was no point if it was only him who’d feel the pleasure. He waited for Kim Dokja’s signal patiently. When Kim Dokja tapped him twice on the back, he began moving.
He moved slowly, Kim Dokja’s legs slung on his broad shoulders. Yoo Jonghyuk wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he was afraid that he’d break Kim Dokja in half. Kim Dokja was still calibrating every breath, eyes close in focus. When Yoo Jonghyuk changed his angle, Kim Dokja’s eyes snapped open.
Yoo Jonghyuk smirked devilishly at him and Kim Dokja’s eyes only widened at the rare expression, before he felt Yoo Jonghyuk’s pace picking up rapidly, all aimed towards that one angle, where his bundle of nerves was repeatedly being hit.
Kim Dokja screamed and grunted in ecstasy, the pressure of his bite on his fist increasing, just as how Yoo Jonghyuk thrust inside him in and out, leaving only the head of his cock inside before diving anew, again and again. Kim Dokja’s cock swayed from their coupling freely, dripping generously with precome. Only the intense slap of flesh could be heard, wet and hard.
“Ah, ah, ah, J-Jong-hyuuuk-ah, slow—”
“I can’t, I—” Yoo Jonghyuk growled, baring his fangs, “Dokja, Dokja—”
Yoo Jonghyuk grunted, before he flipped Kim Dokja on his front, his cock never leaving the tight flesh incasing it. Kim Dokja, who was in all fours, breathed sharply when the pace renewed and became even more erratic.
Yoo Jonghyuk seemed to have lost all control.
Yoo Jonghyuk covered Kim Dokja’s back, hips snapping forward. His tongue laved on Kim Dokja’s neck, near the scent gland. The scent was utterly intoxicating, beckoning Yoo Jonghyuk closer.
Yoo Jonghyuk opened his mouth and bit the gland. Kim Dokja’s eyes flew open at the sensation of being claimed, body taut. The cock inside him seemed to grow bigger, especially at the base, and Kim Dokja felt no pain, only endless pleasure. His sight whitened out and his straight teeth successfully punctured the back of his fist and drew a small amount of blood.
His cock shot out his come like a sprayed leaking faucet, forming a wet spot on the bedding. His ass tightened around Yoo Jonghyuk’s cock that had grown seemingly bigger and wider, and Yoo Jonghyuk stopped thrusting, body bowing forward before he came inside Kim Dokja.
Both of them harshly panted, Yoo Jonghyuk’s hips still lightly thrusting to drive all of his come inside Kim Dokja. He licked the bitten gland afterwards and Kim Dokja still continued to shudder, feeling full and whole, like never before.
Kim Dokja slumped down and Yoo Jonghyuk followed him, both of them laying on their sides. Their musk was thick inside the tent, and Yoo Jonghyuk had a happy contented look on his face.
-Okay?
[The character ‘Yoo Jonghyuk’ has activated Midday Tryst]
-Yes. Very, okay.
Yoo Jonghyuk hummed, his arms winding towards Kim Dokja and encircled his form in it. Kim Dokja leaned his head backwards, thumping it tiredly on Yoo Jonghyuk’s bare sweaty chest.
-What’s wrong with your cock?
-Knotting.
Kim Dokja blinked at the one word explanation, slightly confused. Wasn’t knotting only applicable towards those who they are mated to?
Kim Dokja asked his question, and in response, Yoo Jonghyuk’s arms tightened around him, grinding his cock inside Kim Dokja’s sensitive hole. Kim Dokja yelped and slapped at the corded muscles of Yoo Jonghyuk’s strong thigh.
-Naturally.
-Huh? But I’m not your…
Kim Dokja trailed, eyes slowly dilating from the realization that Yoo Jonghyuk had just bitten his gland. Which means he’s the mate that Yoo Jonghyuk picked.
-Oh my god.
-Why, do you not want to be?
Yoo Jonghyuk’s tone was casual but Kim Dokja could clearly smell and hear the hurt from him. Kim Dokja snapped his mouth shut. Feeling a sense of anger that Yoo Jonghyuk would dare think that Kim Dokja could not like him back, Kim Dokja huffed at him.
-Don’t be obtuse! Of course I want to!
His answer seemed to have eased Yoo Jonghyuk because the arm surrounding Kim Dokja slackened. Kim Dokja’s long ears kept twitching and Yoo Jonghyuk leaned forward and nibbled at the overly active ears. Kim Dokja lightly moaned.
-Your ears are an erogenous zone?
-Shut up!
Yoo Jonghyuk smiled and continued to nibble at the errant right ear, which was the ear that wasn’t flattened by the pillow. The small fluffy tail on the end of Kim Dokja’s spine swayed enthusiastically, and Yoo Jonghyuk lifted a hand so he could touch the tail.
Kim Dokja went stiff.
-Dokja?
Yoo Jonghyuk peeked at Kim Dokja’s front and was pleasantly surprised at the cock that started to slowly harden once more.
-Ah, so the tail is sensitive too.
Kim Dokja’s hand flew to his mouth once again to muffle his moans, and Yoo Jonghyuk continued to nibble at the ear, played with the tail, and pushing his cock and knot further in the wet hole. His cock still continued to spurt out his semen inside Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja lifted his leg for easy access, and seeing the motion, Yoo Jonghyuk helped him lift it.
Kim Dokja orgasmed easily this time, his come losing its thick substance. Yoo Jonghyuk continued to pump in and shove his cock before he orgasmed too. The action seemed to have prompted for the knot to deflate, spurting the last of the huge load before Yoo Jonghyuk’s cock finally softened inside.
Yoo Jonghyuk pulled out and Kim Dokja whined.
-Stay.
-Inside? It’ll crust.
-I know. It’s, it’s fine.
Yoo Jonghyuk covered them with a blanket and shoved in his flaccid cock once more before spooning Kim Dokja, spending their post-coital bliss in peace.
-Sleep.
Yoo Jonghyuk purred, smelling the roiling satisfaction from his newly acquired mate whom he had been pining for some time now. Kim Dokja closed his eyes at the fond demand, and let the calming rumble of the chest behind him lull him to sleep.
The next morning, Kim Dokja doesn't dare meet his herd's teasing eyes and blushing faces. All of them had clearly heard their tryst over the thin tent and the bolder ones (Han Sooyoung and Jung Heewon) incessantly teased Kim Dokja who was ready to combust on the spot. The others were as equally embarrassed as Kim Dokja and the kids started to assess Yoo Jonghyuk if he was a perfect mate for their father-figure.
(Assessment only took half a day and they started calling Yoo Jonghyuk as their "Father".)
"I'm not even called 'Dad' or 'Father'! How come Jonghyuk-ah is called 'Father' before me!"
"Semantics. I'm not in the mood to hear you complain. We're the ones who would like to complain! Don't you have even a single muting item on you?!" Han Sooyoung started to get worked up, snarling at Kim Dokja at the end of her tirade. She had it harder than the rest because she could hear them over the Midday Tryst.
"I ran out okay!"
"I have six." Yoo Jonghyuk piped up from behind Kim Dokja, shoving the meat that he perfectly cooked in Kim Dokja's mouth. Kim Dokja paused, before he realized what Yoo Jonghyuk had just said and its implication, his face slowly redenning from anger.
"YOO JONGHYUK!"
Of course, he only screamed in rage after he finished chewing. Can't waste food, after all.
As for the constellations who had presumably gotten the best show since the start of the scenarios, they could only sponsor a total of 1,300,000 coins, mostly from Uriel who had been thoroughly chastised afterwards by both Michael and Metatron for the excessive expenditure.
[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' demands to know how it was considered to be the best show!]
[The constellation 'Queen of the Darkest Spring' and 'Father of the Rich Night' would like to congratulate the union of a power couple.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' has smashed his cup with his bare hands!]
And so forth. Nonethless, Kim Dokja and Yoo jonghyuk managed to get together during a particularly turbulent time. Many things will test their bond, but it will never be severed.
EXTRA SCENE: EPILOGUE
"You came back." Yoo Jonghyuk uttered breathily, voice filled with emotions. His hands grasped the frail hand of his mate, who had sacrificed himself to reach the 《End》.
Kim Dokja offered his beloved with the warmest smile he could muster. He laid on the hospital bed, still unable to walk and body terribly weak. His ears were tucked back, flattened on his skull, relaxed.
"Of course, I would, Jonghyuk-ah. I'll always come back to you."
Yoo Jonghyuk bowed his head, the hand enclosed in his palms brought to his forehead, as if he was praying, "Don't leave me again."
Kim Dokja's eyes crinkled at the corners, unshed tears making it glassy, "Never again. I decided that I would survive it and come back, no matter what. Wolves only mate once in their whole life. I don't want you to wait forever for me, Jonghyuk-ah."
Yoo Jonghyuk smiled back at him, filled with joy and boundless love, and a spark of hope in his eyes that they would finally be together in peace, for eternity.
"I'm home, Jonghyuk-ah."